Words cluster in beautiful groups

1.
Words are like beads on a chain
Alone they can’t take any strain.
But joined up in gold
A sentence we mould
A prayer is repeated again.

2

Words cluster in beautiful groups
Waiting for writers to stoop.
Then instead of one word
A sentence is heard,
Some call this poetry soup.

3.

Professors do not create any words,
Which from the unconscious are lured
They only critique
What you and I speak.
After conversing and writing, they’re third.

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About Kate Thwaite

I love writing , conversation, art, wild flowers, music and air.And books
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